Maybe it was the drink talking, but Zapher was finding Axel hotter than usual. He curled his arm around her shoulders and gave her the biggest grin he could muster.

“What the hell is wrong with you?â€? Axel raised an eyebrow.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?â€? Zapher slurred.

“Seriously. Lay off the Grashbrun ale. Your breath stinks.â€?

Axel was used to Zapher and his playboy antics and knew how to handle him perfectly. All one would have to do was take the piss out of him and his looks, or any feature about him and he would gradually back off.

“And what is that aftershave you are wearing? It smells like gone off turkey.â€?

“Why? You want the smell on you?â€? Zapher playfully wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Flirtatious oaf.â€? Axel stood up and straightened her skirt. “Seriously, Zapher. Your pick up lines are the worst.â€?

“Aye, babe. But, they worked… Am I right?â€?

“Oh shut up and grab your room key before I change my mind.â€?

Another giant grin formed on his face.

“The things I put myself through..â€?